A Poet Never Sleeps

One day you will be faced with the impossible. When you become afraid, become inspired.

22 August 2012

In The Begining

Midnight walks by the moon,
Roses left in lockers ,
Notes slipped into pockets,

The warmth of his hand
As it slides into yours
When you least expect it.

His smile that curls up in the corners
And you know its just for you
For a moment in time, he’s yours.

Early in its life it blossoms
A little glint of hope

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